Between of Ruins

I am tripping between of Ruins
It stopping and blowing again undecided winds.
Screaming on my head a crow,
does it call my disaster or warning me?
It cannot talking that, how can l know.

I am tripping between of Ruins
Outside blowing undecided winds.

Street singing it's song with pell-mell
Dustbins full,
how many people even eat, all the same
hungry soul.

First, had l where from begun to travel?
How many days how many months
Maybe years?
Anymore l Can't know
I can't know anymore
Where is paradise, where is hell...

H.Leila CANKAYA's picture

Born in Germany, 1966, Likes, reading, writing, walking., Degreed from high school, Cibali Girl Academy, In Istanbul.

Last updated September 13, 2016